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" By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. "
Annual Register - 574. oldal
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The Port Folio

1817 - 560 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...

Accepted Addresses; Or, Proemium Poetarum: To which are Added, Macbeth ...

1813 - 410 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we bound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; i But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 1. kötet

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 502 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we bound h;m. But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we spoke not a word of 'sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...

The Edinburgh Monthly Magazine, 1. kötet

1817 - 694 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead. And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 1. kötet

1817 - 708 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we stedfastly gazed on the face of the dead, ' And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we...

An excursion to Windsor, in July 1810. Also A sail down the river Medway ...

John Evans - 1817 - 610 oldal
...! No useless coffin inclosed his breast, Nor iu sheet nor in shroud we bound him , But he lay like a WARRIOR taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we stedfastly gaz'd on the face of THE DEAD, And we bitterly thought on the morrow! UPNOft CASTLK. •...

Spirit of the English Magazines, 2. kötet

1818 - 506 oldal
...encUxted his breast i Nor in sheets, nor in*»hnMid, we boned him Bn' he lay like a warrior taking IN - rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazrd on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thonght of the morrow. We thought, n« we hollow'd his...

The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, 1. kötet

H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley - 1817 - 492 oldal
...enclosed his breast, Kol in sheet nor in shroud we bound him, But he lay like a warrior taking bis re«t, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gaied on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...

The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ...

1818 - 798 oldal
...burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest. With his martial cloak...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought, as we hollowed his...

Annual Register, 59. kötet

Edmund Burke - 1818 - 1264 oldal
...burning. Nooiseless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him ; But he lay 'like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak...we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. t We thought, as we hollowed...




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